Black Mass

I was staring through the stained glass Into the procession of a black mass Oh how the subject at the altar wants their life back

The view from here to there's a lot like wilting flowers It's bored beyond repair and unfit for an altar It's strange relating with the lamb to the slaughter

But hey, do you really want to throw it away? Do you really want to throw it away? I'd do anything to make you stay

We used to only take the back roads But now we found a distance shorter You used to call me darling Now you prefer more formal We used to get high and stare at the moon And wonder how long it would take to walk to But now that's like the distance between me and you

But hey, do you really want to throw it away? Do you really want to throw it away? I'd do anything to make you stay

For just a little, just a little bit longer For just a little, just a little bit longer For just a little, just a little bit longer For just a little, just a little bit longer